This came from the pre-workshop prompt put on the board using the lines: "to take the wrong road/is to arrive at...."
Is to arrive at the end, where a man
In a dark red hat smiles with crooked teeth
And those crooked teeth smile at each other
And no one knows where to look to find the beginning again.
We wish for frost. For a yellow summer
Where responsibility doesn't quite absolve who we are
And who we are contains an other beyond the marks
Of seagreen white. And nothingness is a hollow ring
Thrashing the air, like a pelican caught in plastic.
To take the wrong road
Is to arrive with a man who frowns at nothing,
At everything, and to whom tears are the rivers
On a map in his closet. Forever is an ember
On the asphalt of infinity. And the road,
The right road, takes us on a dotted line.
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